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Yours Sincerely, L. E. Cole. 



Voices of the West 



POEMS 

OF 

WASHINGTON 



By 

LOU E. COLE 



Copyrighted & Published by 




"PORT ANGELES, WASHINGTON 
1909 






vRY of CONGRESS 
•i"s Received 
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CONTENTS. 

TO WASHINGTON. 

A PROPHECY FULFILLED. 

SUNRLSE ON MT. BAKER. 

PUGET SOUND. 

THE ALASKA MAN. 

THE WESTERN CALL. 

LAKE CRESCENT. 

A SONG TO THE OLYMPICS. 

INDIAN "BOB." 

T(J THE SHIP SEMANTHA. 

THE TIMBER CRUISER. 

TO THE FORESTS. 

SEATTLE, QUEEN OF THE WEST. 

GET RIGHT WITH YOURSELF. 

I'M KING OF EARTH. 



TO WASHINGTON. 

Singing brooks, purling rills, 

Tangled wildwoods, verdatit hills; 
Smiling valleys, fertile plains. 

Rich with orchards, fruits and grains. 
Timber, dairies, mills and mines, 

How thy future glory shines. 
Dear Washington. 

Keeper of the western gate. 

Holder of the keys of fate, 

Of our Nation's sunset shores, 

HoAv we prize thy golden stores; 

Diversified and evergreen. 

Success awaits thee, stately Queen, 
My Washington. 

In thy many snow-capped peaks, 

That to the dome of heaven speak. 

Charms are born that tempt the pen 

Of artists, poets, travelers, men 

^>rsed in beauty, wit and praise. 

Each, to thee, great honor pays, 
Dear Washington. 



A rROPHECY FULFILLED. 

Long- ago, down the dim misty aisles of the ages, 
The Angel of Destiny passing this way, 
Jotted down a few notes on bright memory's pages, 
Of things she would see here in some future day. 

As she mused o'er the scene that the red sun was 
tinting, 

The snow-capped Olympics, with white hoary heads, 

The bright dancing waters on which the sun glint- 
in f 

Turned the weaves into jewels set in green living 
])eds. 

The tall ranks of hemlocks, the white fir and 

cedar, 
That shook their green Hags in the cool evening 

breeze, 
That swept from the sea with a promise to lead 

her 
To valleys, the home of the flowers and l)ees. 

As she looks on the picture she sees the years 
turning, 

The centuries pass like a swift silent dream; 

Empires cry, "Westward," here, tent fires burn- 
ing, 

Tall smoke-stacks arise, and the forge-fires gleam. 



wSilent. the niiiht, liow the briiiht stars are gleam- 
ing, 

On the wide world of waters one single ship 
sails; 

It bears brave Juan de Fuca, of a new world he's 
dreaming. 

He prays for a rest from the tempest and gales. 



The Angel of Destiny, silently speeding, 
Is drawn to his tempest tossed ship in distress; 
She gives him a line: now, his ship she is lead- 
ing, 
To storm-sheltered harbor, his labors to bless. 



The years have rolled on, and the ships of the 
Nations 

Now swing with the tides where the brave Span- 
iard prayed; 

Where only his voice raised in low supplication. 

Now murmurs a throng in white vestry arrayed. 

To the eastward she looks, with the eyes of a 

seer. 
Across the wide stretches of mountains and plains. 
Sees bright ribbons of steel drawing steadily 

nearer. 
Sowing hamlets and towns 'midst the bright fields 

of grain. 



Wifrli her back to the earth and lier face to tlio 

svuisliine, 
Her arms wide outstretched with each hand to the 

sea, 
Said, "These oreat water-ways, like iiiit(» these 

liands of mine 
Slmll be to this land what my hands are to me." 

For the Angel of Destiny knew by tiie shapinu' 

Of civilization, its course and events. 

The curtain would some day be torn from its 

drapinji 
x\nd the West be awakened not many years hence. 

Behold, in the works of the iireat Exposition, 
Alaska, Yukon, the Pacific's rich west, 
The Angel of Destiny's prophetic vision 
Fulfilled, and today, a great Nation blessed. 




SUNRISE ON MT. BAKER. 

When tlie morning is breaking thru the ck)uds that 

clothe the sky, 
Gihling witli a flush of sunrise, like the light in 

woman's eye. 
Painting mountains, hills and valleys, for a perfect 

summer day, 
I love the tints the snow rellects from Mt. Baker 

far away. 

Across the dancing waters wide its snow white 
summit seems 

A pile of golden, fleecy clouds like those 1 see in 
dreams; 

It changes from a blushing red to pink, and then 
to gray, 

The silver clouds now drop the scene until anoth- 
er day. 



Oh, rugged in thy beauty, great Mt. Baker by the 
sea; 

You give me thoughts of grander things, when e'er 
I look on thee; 

Oh, would that I might gain the heights you im- 
press on my soul, 

By climbing up progressive peaks, and win pro- 
gression's goal. 




PLTGET SOUND. 

Spread between two mighty countries, 
Acting as an open door 
To the broad Pacific ocean, 
Washing thus each friendly shore; 
Gateway for the ships of nations, 
Calm and peaceful, world renowned, 
Ebb and flow with perfect rythm 
Sparkling waters, Puget Sound. 

On thy bosom fleets of vessels 
To and fro as thistles fly, 
Waft and glide as fancy beckons, 
'Neath the blue of summer sky. 
On thy sloping banks of verdure. 
Rarest beauty can be found, 



Hill and dale with Nature's carpet 
Hediie thy shores, fair Puget Sound. 

Many islands dot thy surface, 
Emeralds set in quivering beds, 
Here the dainty rhododendrons 
Raise their lovely tinted heads. 
While across the dancing waters. 
Sunset scatters all around, 
Gleams of gold and copper mingled, 
With thy waves, dear Puget Sound. 

Mestled in the lap of foothills, 
Great Seattle thrives each day, 
While Tacoma, ever busy. 
Stop the tides far up the bay. 
On the east, great white-robed Baker, 
Oalm, serene, so vast — profound. 
As it were, a guardian angel, 
Watcliing o'er thee, Puget Sound. 

Where the waters of the Fraser 
Swell thy tides with mountain snow, 
Fair A'^ancouver holds at anchor. 
Ships that sail at ebb and flow. 
While across the straits of Georgia, 
On the Island's fruitful ground, 
Rests so peaceful, calm Victoria, 
Smiling on tliee, Puget Sound. 



On the soutli tlie hi^li Dlympics 
Kaise their crested heads so white, 
Lending all their massive ])eauty 
To increase each rare delight. 
Out to seaward from the ocean, 
Where the curling breakers pound, 
Come great ships with commerce laden, 
Glad to see thee, Puget Sound. 



THE ALASKA MAN. 

From out of the ranks of her bravest men, 
Our Nation has sent her hardiest ones, 
To heard the Ice-king in his den, 
Tliey dropped the plow, the forge or pen 
To chiim the land of the midnight sun. 

The call of gold with a siren's voice 
Was heard above the din of toil, 
And the pioneer, from a hero's choice 
Obeyed, and made their hearts rejoice; 
Left home and friends of the fruitful soil. 

No armored Knight of "ye olden days," 
Ever faced a foe on the battle plain, 
With greater coiirage, or unsung praise 
Of pen, or voice, or minstrel lays 
Thau these, who tasted death and pain. 

No danger too great, no road too long. 

For these heroes with hearts so grim; 

They would face the worst with laugh or song 

Tho the fates declare their hopes were wrong. 

And despair filled their cups to the brim. 

Thru the snow and ice of the Ice-king's breath, 
They struggled thru the wilds untrod; 
And many a man felt the clutch of death. 
And heard the words that the angel sayeth 
As he gave up his soul to his God. 



How tliey watched with hope and dewy eyes, 
Every time, for the mail sleds to come in, 
And a letter from home made the dull hopes rise 
Worth more than the g;old, was this grandest prize 
That a hiishand or father could win. 

How the way was paved by these hardy men. 
Where they "mushed" with their brave dog teams, 
From the road, one may see where the trail has 

been 
Where the deep tills cross it now and then. 
As the train thru the canyon steams. 

And the frozen earth from her creeks and sands, 
(lave up her treasured golden store, 
And fortune brought to these willing hands, 
Representing the brave of every land, 
Wealth and fame, that will live evermore. 

Alaska man, you have gained a place 

In the hearts of men of today: 

The deeds you have done Time can never erase 

They are firm as though carved in the granite's 

face, 
And will shine like a star, — alw^ays. 

When your form is bent, and your eyes are dim, 
And your mind wanders back o'er the past, 
To the trail, and its terrors cold and grim. 
And the Frost-king how you bested him, 
You can rest on your laurels, at last. 



THE WESTERN CALL. 

Ho, ye, lio, ye, men or maids, 
Filled with zeal to do and dare, 
Leave tlie crowded gay arcades, 
Oome and breathe the western air; 
Grow np with the mighty west, 
That today holds out the key. 
Of a Nation's treasure chest. 
Accept the call you hear from me. 

Red, red blood will fill your veins. 
Health will glow from happy eyes, 
A hundred fold will be your gains. 
And nature yield a wondrous prize. 
Our wooded hills and valleys green, 
Are waiting but the husband skill 
To change the wild unbroken scene. 
To l)usy homes with land to till. 

Opportunities are here, 
111 the Golden Sunset West, 
Hear my call so loud and clear — 
"Ho, ye — Ho, ye, seek the best- 
Land or lumber, dairies, mines. 
Farm and produce, poultry, stock; 
Richest blessings here combines. 
And with healtii and pleasure walk." 



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LAKE CRESCENT. 



Set. like a pearl in a background of green, 

At the base of the mountains that tower on high, 

Where the evergreen slopes catch the clouds silver 

sheen, 
And reflect on thy bosom, the tints of the sky. 

Thy waters so clear, scarce a ripple to mar, 
Like the face of a maiden ne'er seared by a frown; 
Thy beauty exceeds many others by far, 
A beauty beyond that of city or town. 



Tliy wild, rujijied scenery enchants every eye, 
Whether seen in the iiarh of September or June; 
Near the (rlear crystal (le])ths, where the dark 

shadows lie, 
The speckled tront darts at the swift whirlini; 

spoon. 

To those who are weary, you briii<; complete rest; 
Their troubles all vanish like dew in the sun; 
They throw ofi' the bonds conventionalities pressed 
And revel in Nature, as they never have done. 

What a comfort and joy is found on thy shore. 
In tent, shack or cottage, or in summer hotel; 
Sounds of gay songs and laughter from each open 

door 
Tells the world, that all Lake Orescent is well. 




THE OLYMPICS. 

Kock-ril)l)ed Olympics, majestic and miiihty, 
Children of inconceivable forces in Nature 
Who, in the beginning of old Earth^s maternity 
Gave birth to such sublime, everlasting progeny. 
God thy great father, Earth thy fond mother. 
Raised thee, a monument of ineffable grandeur, 
In the dim ages of ruck and eruption, 
An inspiration and wonder to men and their 
children. 

Thy white upraised faces look out on the ocean. 
That has sung since thy birth in rythmical cadence. 
In storm wild and fearful, or whispering zephyr. 
With God's orchestration, thru all the long ages. 



Wistful the tempest tossed anxious mariner 
Tears thru the wind swept spray, chilliuir aiul 

blinding', 
Yor the iirst sight of thy snow-capped eniliattle- 

ments, 
That shelters the storm driven ships of the ocean. 

Under thy sheltering wings, peaceful valleys. 
Lulled by the songs of the rills' constant murmur. 
Sleep in the warm summer air, safely nestled 
Around by the hills bathed in sunlight and glory. 

Eock-ribbed Olympics, rugged and masterful, 
Source of the waterfalls, clear, cold and noisy. 
Tumbling and dashing adown the swift river, 
Meeting the white curling waves at the ocean. 

Here stalks the aiitlered elk, peacefully l)rowsing 
Thru his native glade, with no fear of the hunter; 
]jithe l)odied deer and the bear shaggy coated, 
Rouse the tleet rabl)it and the sw'ift whirring 
pheasant. 

Thru the l)right waters the trout, like a vision, 
Flashes and tlits like a phantom of silver. 
Leaping and Hashing their sides in the sunlight. 
Snapping the insects that hover the water. 

Rock-ri])bed Olympics, wdiite capped and lioaiy, 
Guarding the gateway that leads to the ocean, 
Sentinels grim with your tixed passive faces 
Firmlv vou stand at vour (jrod given stations. 



Rock-ribbed Olympics, white-capped and lioary, 
Guard with thy fortress of God-builded masonry 
The westerly shores of the land of our fathers, 
P>om the wild elements, or foes of our Nation. 

Above cloud clustered peaks, far up in the azure, 
Wliere soft snowy mantle falls on thy evergreens. 
Thy white upraised faces look out on the ocean 
That has suni;' since thy birth in rythmical cadence. 
In storm vvihl and fearful, or whispering zephyr, 
With God's orchestration, thru all the long ages. 




OLD INDIAN BOB. 

Old, brown and wrinkled, <;rizzled and gray, 
His age long forgotten for many a day, 
Long and unkempt was the coarse, heavy hair, 
Bent was the form by the long years of wear; 
But broadly he smiled as tho "onto his jol), " 
Did this relic of Puget Sound, "Indian Bol)." 



Contented and happy his canoe he would sail. 
Across to the sand-spit with shovel and pail; 
With old "Sally" to dig while he picked up the 

clams, 
Caring not for society's honors or shams; 



But calmly he smiled, as tho' pleased with his 

"job," 
A happy old siwash, was "Indian Bol)." 

When salmon were running, old "Sally and Bob," 
In their siwash canoe, would the l)riney waves rob; 
With a smile he would say "catch 'um hieu tyee," 
And his hands indicate he had caught "twenty- 
three." 
No questions of State, or artist's rare "daub," 
Ever ruffled the life of old "Sally and Bob." 

We who have worry, all day and all night, 
To capture all honors and nickels in sight. 
Might learn a few things from this primitive man; 
Perhaps we could learn that the much better plan 
Would be to live happy, away from the mob. 
And go back to Nature like "Indian Bob." 



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"SEMANTHA" 



Semaiitlui, my jiood sliip tried and true, 
ISwinji idly now at your anchor's chain; 
I know you h)nii; for the cheery crew, 
And to spread your hroad white wings aiiain. 

You long for the dash of the salty spray. 
For the heaving lift of the mighty deep, 
To dance, while the trade winds gaily play, 
And rouse old Neptune from his sleep. 



You long to shake those billowy folds, 
To catch the breeze from the bending sky; 
The kiss of the sea where the porpoise rolls, 
And the liquid hills that go racing by. 

It will not ])e long, my nol)le ship, 

Till yon slip the chafing, clanking chain, 

And out on the ocean's quivering lip. 

You will reel with pleasure and delight again. 

Like a restful bird, as it plumes for tlight. 

You will bid adieu to the peaceful Sound; 

Let us think of England's green hills tonight, 

For soon we can sing, "We are homeward bound." 




THE TIMBER CKUISER. 

Huh ! never been out in the mountains ? out in 
the timbered hills, 

Asvay from the noise of the city, the grind of com- 
mercial mills, 

Where you grind out nickles and dollars in the 
dusty and smoky air, 

Well, stranger, 1 pity you, "by gum!" vShake? sure 
thing; put it there. 



Wei], I woiildirt live in tlie city, fer all your 

wealth and gold; 
Where they'r everlastinly piishin' and shovin' to 

"do yon"" good and cold, 
Where the air is close and stnil'y, and yon ain't 

got room to sneeze, 
And the gold-hrick men and "grafters" are about 

as thick as flees. 

No, sir I not me. "by hooky," 1 must have elbow 

room ; 
Fer a rough old "timber cruiser" tlie town is a 

regular tomb ; 
Give me the woods and timber with tlieir wavin' 

shady liml)s. 
And the sound of the breezes thru 'em beats your 

high falutin' hymns. 

You'd ought to go a trampin' with mo thru the l)ig 

Reserve; 
I can take you as straight as the crow Hies, w ithout 

a crook or curve 
Thru the greatest, grandest timber that ever grow- 

ed out doors. 
An its liere in ('lailam county, 'twixt the Sound 

and ocean shores. 

You never saw such timber, man, in all your earth- 
ly days, 

You can't begin to see the tops, unless you'i' oM 
a- ways; 



They'r as biji' as that, up at the linil)s, and twice 

that at the butt, 
All lumber 'nuif to build a house in every Ijlooniiii' 

cut- 
One day beyond Lake Crescent, 1 was runnin' out 

some lines, 
1 was iiettin' ini,ii;hty sliort of grub, and knowin' 

by the signs. 
That a rippin' storm was eomin', so 1 hiked it fer 

a tree 
That I had noticed several times, that shore looked 

"good to me." 

It was a big old cedar, an' as holler as a drum; 
I hadn't more than reached it, when the bhisted 

blizzard come; 
It snowed and hailed, the wind it blowed, snow 

piled above my door, 
I tho't my time had come to croak, I did, my 

friend, fer shore. 

Three days it blowed an' hailed an' snowed, an 
holed me in the tree; 

1 wandered 'round without a light, so dark I could- 
n't see; 

1 stumbled over roots and chunks, 1 fell and bump- 
ed my head. 

An' when 1 should have said my prayers, 1 think 1 
swore instead. 



1 didn't mind tlie dark a hit, nor hunj^er not a 

mite; 
But what 1 sutt'ered fer a drink, say stranger, 'twas 

a fright; 
1 feel its awful burnin' yet, it cut me thru an' 

thru 

"What did you say V Oh, certainly, 1 don't care 

if Ido." ' 
But as 1 said — (A little rye.) here's to you, — 

well, let's see — 
Another? sure! (Give me a beer. ) remember 

its on me; 
What! goin' stranger? well, "by gum;" he's a 

good one "1 don't think;" 
1 wonder if he took me fer a bum — just after 

drink. 




TO THE FOREST. 

Oh, mi2;lity forest, deep and impressive. 
Tangled and dank in th}' shadowy aisles. 
Stretching far over the hills and the valleys, 



Eastward and westward for miles upon miles; 
Thru tliy dark bosom that covers the foothills. 
The cold crystal waters flow down to the sea. 
The life of the earth, from the snow covered 

mountains, 
That feeds and develops the beauty in thee. 

Oh, mifjjhty forest, deep and primeval, 

(irand and majestic, true mate to the hills; 

For numberless years thy green flags have been 

flying. 
That now must be lowered, for destiny wills 
Thy surrender to man, who delights in destruc- 
tion. 
Of Time's sacred archives that covered the earth, 
l^oug before Nations were dreamed of, or founded, 
Aye I ages before your destroyer had birth. 

Noble trees, every one, how 1 love thy strong 

beauty, 
I gaze with delight on thy evergreen dress; 
A symbol of strength, pointing up to the iieavens, 
My soul feels the lift that thy lessons impress. 
Deep in thy bosom, God's numberless creatures, 
Dwell in security, free and uncaged, 
8afe in the depths of thy Nature-made temples. 
Never seeing the great Law of Freedom outraged. 

Evergreen forests, of hemlock and cedar, 
Tall noble tirs that the ages liave grown, 



May part of thy V)eauty go down to tlie future, 
A mark of respect by the present man shown. 
Too often, the hands of the vandal, by fire, 
Witli wanton destruction thy grandeur efface; 
May tiie shame be on them, and public disfavor 
Pour out on the rogues, just — eternal disgrace. 

Oh, mighty forests, gigantic, o'erwhelming; 

The pride and the wealth of our Evergreen State; 

May the love of t.liy beauty and age give protec- 
tion, 

Preserve and defend from thy hapless ill fate. 

As a servant to man, yon have long done your 
duty. 

You house, shield and shelter from winter's cold 
blast; 

And the tragedy done to the Trees is a blunder, 

Will be seen, when too late, and the remedy past. 



SEATTLE, QUEEN OF THE WEST. 

Where the high Olympics stand, near the broad 
Pacitic's strand. 

Is Seattle, the city by the sea; 

Wiiere amid the evergreen, wonders of the West 
are seen. 

At the Exposition of the A.-Y.-P. 

From Alaska's rugged shore, l)ags of golden nug- 
gets pour, 

See the treasures from the wonderland Yukon, 

While the whole united West, from old mother 
Nature's l^reast, 

Brings the best the sun has ever shone upon, 

Seattle, glorious queen of the west, 
Dearest and fairest, the busiest, best, 
(iruarding the gate to the great sunset sea. 
Travelers all say, "Well, you look good to me." 

Dear old state of evergreen, of them all you are 

the queen. 
With your forests dark and deep on every side; 
From your thickly wooded hills come tiie sounds 

of l)usy mills, 
To your dairies, farms and mines we ])oint with 

pride; 
And the Nations will agree, when they view the 

A.-Y.-F., 



That Seattle with great strides has moved apace; 
For her sisters from the East, has Seattle spread ' 

this feast, 
May the hand of Time its memories ne'er erase. 



GET RIGHT WITH YOURSELF. 

Get right with yourself, the world's not wrong; 

Don't waste your time in tears and sighs; 

But rather, be sending your voice in song, 

Up to the limitless, boundless skies. 

Hope shines bright on the mountain's brow, 

The brightest star in our firmament; 

She beckons — she whispers, "Improve the now. 

Each priceless moment is quickly spent." 

Get right with yourself, the world's not wrong; 
Don't look for pictures that bring despair; 
'Tis action and hope that makes one strong, 
Dispelling the gloom of fear and care. 
Worry and misery eats at the heart, 
As the cut-worm feeds on the tender shoot; 
But the man of action lives a part 
Of the busy world that produces fruit. 

Get right with yourself; the world's not wrong. 
Don't be a drag to your precious soul; 
Get in and mix with the hustling throng. 
Be true and brave and you'll win the goal. 
The soul that plumes for a higher flight, 
Shall gain reward for its very own; 
It lives no more amidst gloom and night, 
It will reach the light by its growth alone. 



I'M KING OF EARTH. 

King of the greatest kingdoms, I, 
Beneath the boundless l)ending sky; 
My subjects swarm the teeming eartli, 
Whatever country gave tliem l)irtli 
It matters not, they bow their liead 
And follow as a lamb that's led 
To offer up their grandest prize, 
To find a favor in my eyes. 

Of all the suV)ject.s any King 
Could wish, or want, yes — any thing, 
I'm ijroud to say my very own 
Are better than most subjects k?i()\vn. 
I do not need to watch or d()ul)t 
To find one single subject out; 
I know, that they are true to me 
As moaning tides obey the sea. 

They come, and go, obey my will. 

Each strives my pleasure cup to fill; 

And I, like any happy King, 

Am pleased, am glad that such a thing 

As discontent or childish tears 

Of not one subject reach my ears. 

So, proud and calm I walk the globe 
Arrayed in scarlet flowing robe, 
And look on other Kings in glee, 



For they are subjects, too, to me. 

I count them not one whit more great 

Than lowly, in their lowest state; 

For all alike, they bend the knee. 

And serve on land or on the sea 

In any place, at any task 

That I, their Kinii; and Sovereign, ask. 

Among the wealthy, moneyed men — 
Or those Avho wield the sword or pen, 
The high and low, the rich or poor, 
I boldly enter at their door. 
In Justice Courts — in stately halls — 
Cathedrals where the sinner craAvls — 
Where choir tlie lioly anthem sings 
Where burning incense slowly swings; 
The home, the State— the World around 
Where'er the tongue of man dotli sound- 
1 move my scepter — they obey 
Who yield to my unrivalled sway. 

Now — know ye not, oil, mortal man. 

That 1 control your earthly span ? 

I hold you 'dH my servant — slave. 

From mother's breast to yawning grave; 

Of all the great unnumbered host 

Of earth,,! surely claim the most. 

And who am 1 ? incline your ear; 

I'm King of Earth, my name is— FEAR. 



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Being a concentrated fertilizer^ only a very small amount is re- 
quired to produce the largest yield. There's no use in paying 
dray and freight charges on bulky fertilizers containing three- 
fourths sand, ash or dirt filler. 

The small amount of Wilgrow required reduces the expense 
of fertilizing to about one-half the cost of manure or the average 
commercial fertilizers on the market. 

Being made entireh" of Whale Products and Sulphate of Pot- 
ash, it does not contain a single seed of troublesome weeds. 

The Nitrogen and Phosphoric Acid in Wilgrow do not exist 
in a form immediately soluble in water, therefore neither the 
seepage of rain or irrigating water carry these elements away 
quickly. They are given up only as needed by the plants. 

Manufactured by the F. B. Carlisle Co., 
Port Angeles, Wash. 



PORT ANGELES AND CLALLAM COUNTY 



The Jvcirgcst and Ricliest Territory as 
yet nil traversed by railroads in the 
I'nited States. Three Transcontinental 
Railroads are no^v building towards 
this rich field, which assures quick de- 
development. 

A GOOD Ft ELD FOR JN VESTMENT 

Call on or write us for 
further information. 

CHEHALIS REALTY &. INVESTMENT CO. 

EXCLUSIVE REALTY DEALERS 

PORT ANGELES, WASHINGTON 



^/je Only Complete 
L-ine o/" 



vSouvenir Postals 




Local Views, Banners, 
(Si Souvenir Novelties 

Port Angeles, WasK., 

at tHe 

Prescription Drtig' Store, 

C. E. NAILOR, Prop. 
lO "W^est Front S\. 



C. S. Stakemiller, Manager. 

S. J. LUTZ & CO. 

. . . dealers in . . . 

Boots, Shoes, Rubbers, Clothing, Hats, Caps, 
Gents Furnishing Goods, Etc. 



THE WALKOVER SHOE 



Corner Front and Oak Streets, 

Port Angeles, Washington. 



Established 1896. 

Commercial Hotel « « 

B. P. GRUBB, Proprietor. 
Port Angeles, Washington. 

First Class in Every Respect 

American and European Plan 



A Home for the Travelinsf Public. 



Business Training 

Thrift and Fortune 

are to be had when you 
open an account with 

Citizens National Bank 

of Port Angeles, Wash. 



Established 1889. Capital $50,000.oo 

OFFICERS 

H. M. FISHER, JOHN D. HICKOK, 

Pres. and Treasurer. Sec'y and Manager. 

Clallam County Abstract Co. 

The Only Set of Abstract Books 
in Clallam County. 

Port Angeles, Washington. 



Mason & Watts 



Confectionery^ Cigars and Tobaccos 

Books and Magazines 

Ice Cream 



Front Street, Port Angeles, Washington. 



vStudio: 33 East Front St., 
Port Angeles, Washington. 



ORDER WORK A SPECIALTY 

Lessons in China, Water Colors and Oils 



Skins, Tools and Designs for Leather Work 
and China Colors for Sale 
Revelation Kiln for Firing-. 



C. A. FATHERS, W. L. BOVEE. 

Expert Mechanic. 

Gate City Machine Shop 

agents for 

Gasoline Engines, Automobiles, 

Mill Machinery and Supplies 

Repairing of all kinds. 

West First Street, Port Angeles. 



Central Baths 



TONSORIAL PARLORS 

New and Up-to-Date 
Finest Place in the City 

Port Angeles, Washington. 



The CANDY CASTLE 

HANNAH DONAHUE, Proprietor 

Confectionery^ Ice Cream 
Cigars 

Port Angeks, Wash. 



R. A. Muskett 

TIMES CLOTHING MART 



A complete line of Men's and Boys' Clothing, 

Hats, Shoes and Furnishings. 
Dry Goods, Ladies' and Children's Underwear 

and Furnishing Goods. 
Tents, Bags, Blankets and Quilts. 



Opposite Post Office, Port Angeles. 



MAY 10 t909 



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